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This story is set to scale
I'm the biggest cunt
Out of both of us
This city only hums in regrets
I'm the loneliest fuck
When it's just the both of us
When it's just the both of us
This plot unravels taut
I'm the lamest prick
Scratching at the holes
This city only hums in regrets
I'm the loneliest fuck
When it's just the both of us
When it's just the both of us
A better man than I
Would be smarter than to hide
Than just waiting to lose again
A smarter man than I
Would do better than to hide
Than just waiting to lose again
Waiting to lose again
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It’s not easy as you thought it was to write a song
There’s intricacies you have to know like what clothes have you got on?
How long is your fringe right now and do you like like this?
Could you manage to sell out before I have a piss? and
I think that you’re great
I love all your shit
I want to buy it
Let’s replace my dick
With my wallet
Pray to god it still fits
Inside the slits of susceptible chicks
Now let’s talk politics
I once had a book
It was fucking good
From what I understood
From reading the sleeve
So just don’t quiz me please
I’m sure it said, something like
Ignorance’s a disease
So instead of writing about anything
I’ll make up angsty shit about a deep river of feeling
It’s not as easy as you thought to churn out all this crap
It’s a delicate balancing act to be a fashionable twat
I think that you’re great
I love all your shit
I want to buy it
Let’s replace my dick
With my wallet
Pray to god it still fits
Up my own ass
And then maybe I’ll pass
My new media class
My Mum will be pleased
Venereal disease
Is all I’ll achieve
From paying student fees
So get down on your knees
Coz I think I know more that you do
And I think I’m obligated to tell you
That your time is over
And now that you're older
It’s not funny
To write any songs
No, you should just play punk
And leave us alone
I doubt that it’s funny
To pick on the lame
We all had to learn
But it’s not the same when
You think that you’re great
You love all your shit
You want to sell it
And replace your dick
With a bigger dick
Sweet taste of profit
We’re born to sell out right?
So here’s a shout out
To all of you cunts
On your treasure hunts
You’re shit out of luck
You prepackaged fuck
and I hope that you see
that it’s not viable except, well, commercially
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Canned Sighing
02:38
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The typewriter pans out
The pen fades to black
Buried in the footnotes
Pushed aside to margins
Stuck in-between
The lines there is...
There is a boy
A boy, lost
Who...
Can't believe it's come to this
And I know metaphors and similes
Won't let it go and make it all dealt with
This story is repeating
This is a life shying away
Can't believe it's come to this
And I know metaphors and similes
Won't let it go and make it all dealt with
This story is repeating
Everyone has someone else and
I have never felt at home.
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Zoom Fast Wow
02:14
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I’ve got some new shit, it’s better than your shit
Some things will never change
Just don’t try and copy or illicit a mockery
My coolness is out of your range
No you don’t understand
I saw it before you and made it my own
So I cling to nothing
Unrealised until someone subscribes in me
No content, no value, no problem, we’ll let that slide
So I cling to stories
Please just define me I’ve lost my identity
Rebranded, invented, defensive, token of pride
Oh now it’s popular, gone back to the formula
I’m abstract preening myself
The obvious ain’t in me, it’s funded but indie
Lose interest when it hits the shelf
No you don’t understand
I saw it before you and made it my own
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Just because it's a self-fulfilling prophecy
Doesn't mean I saw it coming
Just because I thought about it for all that time
Doesn't mean I planned for the fall
As it comes around again
Dusting for hope and the things I lack
Melancholy duty imposed
Thank my excuses and a few careless words
And the chalk is unforgiving
Just because it's the pattern there's always been
Doesn't mean I don't know the trigger points
Just because I haven't learnt after all this time
Doesn't mean I can't play to my strengths
And the chalk is unforgiving where they lay
As it comes around again
Dusting for hope and the things I lack
Melancholy duty imposed
Thank my excuses and a few careless words
And the chalk is unforgiving where they lay
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Too Preachy
02:15
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I don’t write a lot of good songs, I’m not that great
I’ve never been too talented at anything but I sure know what I hate
Jesus, Is not one of those things
(Did I subvert your expectations like a fight that no one wins?)
That’s why, just like Scotty Stapp
I’m gonna form a fucking christian band and give up all this crap
I’ll turn angels into instruments and seraphim will dance
I’ll edit it and mix it all in a christian girls moist pants
With the power of the lord I know I can do no wrong
Altruism’s own reward my motivation all along
It’s like Jesus wrote this song
Or maybe I did, while taking a big shit
Jesus came and spoke to me and gave me the jist of it
And that’s when he explained it all to me
About an untapped section of the marketplace and spirituality
It was beautiful as I wiped off my ass
pound signs spinning in my eyes as I pictured all that cash
It’s like Jesus wrote this song
It was Jesus all along
I am so happy
I was just so damn bored
Blessed with true clarity
I'll rock for my lord
With humble sincerity
My coffers are filled
the cost of hypocrisy
was never instilled
I’m taking his voice
You’ve forgotten his word
He doesn’t like rivals
So don’t worship false idols
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Those Who Know, Know
02:37
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Now there's only time
To rehearse the lines
I never said, now I don't know
If there could have come a time
Or the chance was missed
I play it over in my mind
But still I don't know
If time would have taken the hurt away
If I could cry, I wouldn't know if I was crying for you
Or what's been left behind
Now there's only time
To rehearse the lines
We never sang
Now I don't know
If given more time
The chance wouldn't be rued
If I could run faster
I'll never fucking know
Time: don't take the memories away
If I could cry, I wouldn't know if I was crying for you
Or what's been left behind
If I could cry, I wouldn't know if I was crying for you
Or what you've been left behind
If I could run faster
I'll never fucking know
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